His own people had abandoned him. He had inadvertently drowned his own mother and father. Killed all of his brothers. Driven the wife he had stolen to suicide. Been betrayed by the First and only Concubine he had possessed, Nisall. An economy in ruins, all order crumbling, and armies invading. And his only answer was to force hapless foreigners onto the sands of the arena and butcher them. Pathos or grand comedy?
